READ ON THE FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF THE CLASS OF 1839.

The voyage draws near its end; the westering Sun,
Shorn of its noon-day heat, yet full of light,
Marks the smooth waters with a glory bright
Richer than pearly gleams from morning won.

The shore, which when our voyage was but begun
Lay so remote beyond even thought's far flight,
Now on the horizon lifts itself to sight;
Sees it our failure, or our work well done?

Something perhaps of both the voyage has brought,
Of our large venture something must avail,
For dreams of youth we have the faith of age.

By knowledge chastened, by experience taught!
And now the time has come to shorten sail,
The tranquil harbor calls to anchorage!